The Christmas Visit

by Neil and Cindy Girrard

If the claims regarding Smith’s ridiculous clandestine Christmas visit had not been used to promote the fictional idea that Smith has no animosity or rancor toward the Girrards, this ludicrous event would not be worth mentioning. But since Smith’s lifelong friend, Rory McMinn, wanted the people at the July 2018 LHPB meeting to believe that Smith is really a kind hearted philanthropist toward the Girrards (see our rebuttal of McMinn’s statements here), the real story must be told.

In December 2015, apparently four years after Smith had been placed on the board, we, along with some house guests, were eating dinner when we saw some headlights in our driveway. Neil and our two oldest sons went down the hill to find out what was going on.

There was a large pickup truck with its lights on and some woman was placing some bags near our garden walls. The driver, whom we, only as of 2018, now know to be L.M. Smith, remained seated in the truck. Neil walked up to the truck and introduced himself and the driver identified himself as best we recall as “Alejandro Smith.” Neil responded, “Ah, come on! Really?” because neither he nor the woman looked Hispanic in the least and the name Smith is so common, it sounded like a fake name to Neil (which we now know that in part it was or maybe he mumbled his name like he mumbles so often at LHPB meetings). The woman got back in the truck without saying anything and only looked nervously(?) at the driver. We still have no real idea who the woman was but have presumed this was Becky Smith, L.M. Smith’s wife. Perhaps it wasn’t.

Neil probably made some joke about Smith getting caught delivering the Christmas gifts and then invited the driver to return for coffee some time (Neil’s usual invitation is “Stop in, we’ll put some coffee on for you”) to which the driver replied, “Maybe when I’m older.” He then turned the truck around and left.

We took the bags up to the house and started sorting them out. We and our guests thought the gesture was nice but a little strange given the exchange of words. The majority of the gifts were sporting goods – several baseball bats, several baseball gloves, some baseballs, some softballs, a soccer ball and two footballs. The rest of the gifts were toys – a remote controlled car, a doll – and food – a ham, candy and popcorn. It was obvious that someone had probably spent two to three hundred dollars on these gifts.

But because we didn’t want to get the children too excited only to be disappointed, we waited to give them the sporting goods, especially the baseball equipment. After all, our fence line is less than 40 feet from the highway and our front yard, the only place the children could play baseball, is only another 15 feet further from the road. Throwing and hitting baseballs that close to the road was not going to be a good idea and, given how busy we always are, taking them somewhere just to play baseball was not likely to happen very often, if at all.

In short, we gratefully kept the other equipment and gifts and waited to hear from the driver (which never happened). We returned the baseball equipment (which still had its price tags on) and purchased a bicycle that at least one of our children could use. The doll was named after a sweet lady we suspected might have given us the gifts and we simply moved on in life. This was certainly no major event in our lives though we were, of course, grateful even while curious about the identity of the man who seemed irritated at being caught and of the woman who seemed as nervous as she was silent.

No Christmas tree was ever part of this event. We do not believe in practicing Christmas and in our married life have never ever put up a Christmas tree in our home but we don’t object to others practicing it – after all, this is a free country (except in Zone B!) We like to give good gifts to each other, to our children, to our friends and even to acquaintances whenever we can. We don’t agree with the commercialism and materialism of the usual Christmas practices but we do seek to meet people on whatever level they happen to be at.

Since we have subsequently investigated Smith because of his implied threats to burn us out – an attitude he apparently had even on the night he drove some woman to our house to deliver the Christmas gifts (see our rebuttal of Smith’s January 2018 LHPB statements here) – we have heard rumors that he didn’t even pay for the gifts! Rumor has it that he doesn’t have that kind of money, but that his wife does. Another rumor has it that neither Smith nor his wife paid for the gifts but that it was another couple entirely who paid for them and Smith was merely the delivery person. If anyone knows the truth about this part, we’d like to hear it.

This is Smith’s bizarre, clandestine Christmas visit to our home. Glean what you can from it – we believe it shows best the deceptive weirdness that attends Smith in all that he says and does.